"Your Majesty, it's cold outside, and the wind is ...... Blow tight...... Why don't you ......?"

"No need." Doniva waved his hand, "I see that the world outside here is clear, and I will avenge you." ”

Doniva recited the phrase of revenge with great emphasis, but it was a pity that little Hazefinger, who was already panicking to the extreme, could not control the shaking of his hands and feet—he had not yet decided on the final plan, and of course he did not listen to the stinging in his ears.

Like a zombie, Bowit Hazefinger followed orders and walked out of the room numbly. The surrounding neighbors had already begun to watch outside the encirclement of the guards, which made him even more uneasy.

Look at Emperor Doniva's face again: red and almost white, not showing joy or anger, revealing a hint of strangeness in the plainness, not at all like the benevolent prince who saw Bowett a day earlier......

"So, let's get started." Doniva patted Pippons on the shoulder while taking a step back. "Right and wrong, black and white, let's make it clear here today. Mr. Bowett, this is the officer of the Mendong City Police Department who I am solely responsible for investigating this matter, and I will let him clear your grievances for you today. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Pippons magically took out a bunch of keys and a piece of business card paper and handed them to little Hazefinger.

"It's ...... What the? ”

"The key to your new house." Pippons flatly stimulates Bowwitt's bottom line. "You weren't there yesterday when the investigators came to the homes to discuss the compensation agreement, so the council has chosen a house of the closest size for you by default, and the rest of the compensation will be paid to you after you move in."

"What about the area?" Pippons was dumbfounded. Is this a direct concession to give me all the "I deserve"? It's wonderful......

"I'll see." Pippons turned the business card in his hand, "It's the same as your original house, no, it's two square meters smaller than your old measurements, and it's still a sunny house, so you can be content." ”

Bowwitt's hand holding the key froze suddenly, and the key that Pippens had deliberately put down slashed directly across the tips of his fingers and smashed to the ground.

"What are you kidding?" Bowwitt finally reacted and began to roar with his mouth wide open. "Is this the result of your 'avenging' for me? Are you going to expose your true face in front of the whole shield city? ”

Pippons couldn't help but laugh secretly, but on the surface he still pretended to be decent: "Oh? If Mr. Bowett hadn't thought it would have been to your liking? ”

"For such a big house, you will pay me a small piece?" Hazefinger Jr.'s sanity had all vanished, completely ignoring that he might have stepped into the opponent's game. "You explain it to me in front of my neighbors, what kind of reason is this?"

"Then could you please tell me, has your family also occupied a bridge and a road? Shouldn't this be made clear in front of the neighbors? ”

"I have a title deed!" Before Bowett could finish speaking, he replied loudly, "This is the title deed that the Magic Guild has appraised!" What do you have in your hands? Is it a fake? Do you want to take away my father's inheritance from me with that thing?

In fact, there are not a few onlookers who have been deprived of area in this way. Of course, their symptoms are very different: there are illegal construction of land that exceeds the scope of the title deed, and there are rooms that extend over the gutter. But in a word, no one wants to give up a benefit that has been in possession for years - even if it is not legitimate, and only a little.

Therefore, as soon as these words came out, onlookers inevitably had a small commotion.

Pippons glanced around: the situation was still under control, but it was time for him to counter-attack. With a business smile, he pulled out a sealed drawing from his bag and stretched it out in front of Bowett.

"Do you remember what kind of drawing it is? Or do you simply not know? Oops, is it true that the father-son relationship is not enough? ”

Bowett froze in place, he really didn't know what it was...... Lines? Some of the scribbled words are a bit like my father's handwriting......

Wait, Father? Knowing something, Bowitt reached out to grab it, but Pippons shrank his hand and held the drawing to his chest, and Bowitt had to grab it.

"You don't know if there's such a thing as a fraudulent title deed, and that's completely understandable. But your father knows everything. You know this piece of paper too, right? It's just the blueprint that your father used to build this house. ”

"You talk nonsense!" How much Bowitt wanted to knock down the opposite person with a punch, but unfortunately the guards in a circle had already told him with their limbs: If you want to be rough in the emperor's field, you have to ask the guys in their hands and their fists first. But apart from grinning like a lost dog in place, he really has no other way to do it, whether it is martial arts or civil fighting.

"Oh, and the confession of Magistrate Mihatzman. How did your father change his confession of the title deed with dye, and would you like to hear it? "Pippons is also a smart man with a black belly and thick black impregnated in it, and with the one-handed heart-attacking technique taught by the violent organ, where will he let go of this opponent who is already crumbling?

"I don't listen, I don't listen!" Bowett is close to collapse. It's right on his doorstep! It's his home field! Someone actually slapped his face to the sky alive, can you hear this? This slap on his face may not hurt, but the other party is slapping his father's face and slapping the face of his family!

"Don't listen? Oh, who just yelled about who owes you and don't want to hear it now? Pippons laughed and stuffed the two papers into his bag and pulled out another photograph from it. It's okay if you don't listen, and if you don't want to watch it, that's fine. ”

The trifold large-format printed photo was opened, and the first thing in the uproar was Bowett. It was indeed his bridge house -- but it was shot from the air.

"Everybody's seen it, right?" Pippons smiled evilly and pointed to the bridge house in the middle of the sewage ditch, "What confession, what kind of title deed, my father and fellow villagers don't know many words, and some bureaucratic terms have to be explained for a long time." But the Hazefinger family filmed by this flying machine can't be fake, right? Okay, I'll turn this picture over now. ”

The crowd followed Bowitt in an uproar—the same angle, probably the same view, but the Hazefinger longhouse was nowhere to be seen—and instead it became a narrower bridge, and the road, and the same narrower houses.

For the graduates of the master's degree in urban construction planning in Duncheng, it was easy to make such rendered renderings in one night - they were still a little unhappy that the picture would be put on the other side of the world, and it would be a good idea to deceive the customers faced by developers in third world countries in Asia, Africa and Latin America.

But for the blinding of the inhabitants of Shield City, this level is more than enough.

"If it weren't for the old Hazefinger, that is, the operation of Brichenen-Hazefinger, this would be what it would be today. How? Do you think the nearest bridges are a bit far away? Don't you know that the old bridge has been demolished, and you don't know where the new one will be built? Or occasionally complain that the officials above your head forgot to build a bridge? It's all right, Brichenan's son is here to avenge you today! ”

Seeing that the uproar had turned into an inexplicable silence, Pippons glanced at Doniva's expression, and then went on to explain:

"Passing through here, one of the main roads of Shield City will be diverted, so the old bridge here that has been in disrepair for a long time must not only be repaired, but also continued to be used. But the only difference is that the road connecting the two wooden bridges should be limited to the impassable traffic, that is, it will be narrowed. So the elder Hazefinger was able to buy the two plots of land quickly. And then the elder Hazefinger succeeded in sealing the bridge by manipulating, that is, bribing a certain magistrate, as I said. ”

"Magistrates taking bribes?"

"Hey, big news from the Hazefinger family!"

"Tsk, I thought that little Hazefinger was usually so decent and frugal, but it turned out that he was not the same as a hard-working person like us!"

Everyone heard that the soprano was a little harsh, and they couldn't help but look back. It's good not to look at it, but it's terrible to look at it—it's Mrs. Tereabe, who usually looks the best with Bowitt.

"Mrs. Tereabe, don't you have a good relationship with Bowitt?"

"Draw the line, draw the line!" Thereabe's turban was trembling almost with her high voice, "I thought he was a serious person in the Hazefinger family who had little to do with the dirty separation agreement, but I didn't expect his heart to be as black as his father's!" ”

"But it was his father's house built on the black ground, and it had nothing to do with him...... Mrs. Tereabe, are you blaming the wrong person? ”

"The wrong person?" The fat of Thereabe's body trembled. "Hehe, old lady, I have to go around the bridge for a long time on weekdays, and today I know that it was his family who did it! The wrong person? Don't you know, 'It's not you, it's your dad'? Besides, who is crying and shouting here today that the otherworldly people and Elta owe him, who wronged him? ”

The soprano was so penetrating that almost the audience could hear it clearly—was this still the argument that popped out of the mouths of Bowwitt's good neighbors, and was it not convincing?

Pippons was so happy that he almost conjured up a medal on the spot for Mrs. Thereabe to put on—and the play was so well played with sincerity...... He originally planned to separate Powell, a guy who wanted to jump into the upper echelons, from the small citizens here, but he didn't expect this mass work to come so smoothly.

"Pretty much enough, right? Mr. Bowwitt. Doniva's cane tapped twice on the ground, and the surroundings instantly fell silent. Do you want to continue to be humiliated by digging up your family like this? Don't forget, you're guilty of deceiving me. ”

"Your Majesty!" Bowett looked up again, and he was already sobbing. "The small ones have to concoct dyes and make a living, and they can't take root and survive without a big house! Think twice, Your Majesty! The law set by the people of the other world, why do you insist on it like a son respecting his father's order? If you cut off my life today, you might as well let the guards hack me to death here with a knife! ”

With all that, Bowitt fell to the ground.